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I scream at the empty, the in-betweens, the nothingness, the it-seems
this unflavored love that I feel, my hunger for words, for feels
the thirst for more, not hugs, not kisses
the painful yearning of those untouchable emotions that I cannot summon to speak
to express, to burst in an intangible nonreciprocal love that I cannot feel
To ask, to beg, to kneel
before whose words are but driblets to this unending void I feel
More, more, more, I say. I beg tell me more.
Ask, ask, ask please ask of all that I can willingly give.
I have so much more that I can give but I cannot
because you whose body and soul I crave
but of my mind you cannot.

Squeeze out of me, my love, my inspirations
Demand of me, my time, my talents, my dreams
Love me with a selfish love
Possess me, just not my heart nor my body
Crave my mind, my opinions, my ideas
Tell me, argue with me, make love with the challenges
I place with my thoughts, my distorted truths
Challenge my lies and call my bluffs
Play with the nightmares I made myself
Break the crystal walls!

Am I not the girl you love?